the little voice

when he says you're not happy, i get incurable bouts of flu.
when he says you're tired, i just can't bring myself to do anything.
when he says you shoud be left alone, i snap at everybody.
when he says it's beyond yr capabilities, i ended up doing the job badly.
when he says you can do this, i really did it.

I think my mind has a life of his own. And he has settled comfortably in a little living room, randomly pulling at little strings to puppet me around.